I Was Bitten by a Dog and Learned a Few Things About Life
Good morning, and happy Friday. Today started with me getting bitten by a dog. To be clear, this was entirely my fault. I might as well have dressed up my hand like a T-bone steak and presented it to a very muscular, highly committed canine. I had the good sense to leave my own 17 year old Pomeranian outside the dog park fence, because I did not want her to get bitten, but then entered the dog park myself to grab a plastic bag. This is the kind of decision making that builds character. The dog lunged. There was blood. A fair amount of it. The owner, understandably, had no idea what had happened. And for reasons I am still unpacking, I smiled, said nothing, and acted like everything was completely fine while actively bleeding. I think it was a combination of embarrassment and empathy. Embarrassment because, well, this was avoidable. Empathy because my own dog has been known to occasionally chomp on someone, and I did not feel like ruining this man’s morning with a full incident re...